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 Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the dance 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Magma,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.