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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.