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 Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.