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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.