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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.