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 Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.