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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.