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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.