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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Associates to the grunge 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.