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 Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.