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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.