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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Wings,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.