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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.