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 United States and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.