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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.