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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
UT,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.