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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.