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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.