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 Djibouti 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents 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?
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.