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 Egypt 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Scion,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.