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 Korea North 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.