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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mighty Diamonds to the crunk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.