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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.