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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.