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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.