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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.