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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Can,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.