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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 The Toasters to the jazz 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.