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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
X-102,
The Index,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.