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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.