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 India 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 The Fall to the rock 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.