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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Inner City,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.