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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.