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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.