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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.