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 Seychelles 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.