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 Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kas Product to the funk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Technova,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.