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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.