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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.