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 Gambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.