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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.