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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Litter to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.