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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.