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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.