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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.