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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.