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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
X-101,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.