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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pretty Things to the rock 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.