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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 chamberlin 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 Sixth Finger to the funk 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.