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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Anakelly to the grunge 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
the Normal,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.