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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.