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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.