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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
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.