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 Mali and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Magma,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.