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 Thailand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Swans,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.