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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.