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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
The Index,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.