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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.