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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.