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 Iran and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.