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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.