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 Mexico 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.