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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Pole,
Motorama,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.