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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Minny Pops to the disco 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.