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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.