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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 güiro 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
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.