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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.