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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.