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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.