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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Brick,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
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.