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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 güiro 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.