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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the crunk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.