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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Man Parrish to the grunge 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.