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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Stockholm and Portland.
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 guitar 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Mars,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.