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 Zambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.