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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.