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 Philadelphia.
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 Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Fatback Band 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.