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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Magma,
Ronan,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.