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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.