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 Solomon Islands 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Mojo Men to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.