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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
EPMD,
June Days,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.