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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.