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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas to the punk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.