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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.