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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Brick 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.