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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.