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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Loose Ends to the disco 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.