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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Leonard Cohen 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.