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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the grunge 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.