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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.