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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.