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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Lyres,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.