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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 Toronto and Columbus.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.