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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Tommy Roe to the grime 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.