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 Switzerland 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.