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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Crime,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.