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 Solomon Islands 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.