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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Schoolly D to the crunk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.