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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Shoche 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.