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 Liberia and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.