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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.