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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.