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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Monks,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.