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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the jazz 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.