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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.