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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.