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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the techno 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.