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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.