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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Josef K,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.