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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.