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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Scion,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.