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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.