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 Slovakia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 808 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Television,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.