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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.