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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.