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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
X-101,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.