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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.