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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.