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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.