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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.