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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.