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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.