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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Urselle,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.