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 Somalia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat 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?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.