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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.