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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.