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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Television,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.