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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Faust 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.