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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Liliput,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.