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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Max Romeo to the techno 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.