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 Egypt and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
the Association,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.