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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Hashim to the grunge 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.