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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
The Star Department,
UT,
Cybotron,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.