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 Cuba and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.