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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.