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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly 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?
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.