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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.