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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Nas to the dance 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.