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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Technova,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.