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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.