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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 sitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Pole,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.