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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.