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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.