Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.