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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.