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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gichy Dan to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.