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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
UT,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.