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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bad Manners 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Television,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.