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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
ABC,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.