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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fugs to the rap 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.