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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.