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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.