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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.