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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.