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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 güiro 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.