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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.