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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.