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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Man Parrish to the grunge 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.