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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.