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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.