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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.