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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.