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 Canada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
the Association,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.