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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.