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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.