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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the disco 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s 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 Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.