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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.