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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Black Flag to the punk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.