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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.