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 Costa Rica 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.