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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.