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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.