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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.