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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.