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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.