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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.