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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.