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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Can,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.