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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.