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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.