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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.