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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 The Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Slave,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
the Normal,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.