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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.