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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.