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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.