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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.