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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.