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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Scion,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.