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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Dual Sessions to the jazz 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.