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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
The Names,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.