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 Egypt and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.