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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.