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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
AZ,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.