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 Colombia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound 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?
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.