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 Malta 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
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.