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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.