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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Star Department to the crunk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.