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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Camouflage 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.