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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the funk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.