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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.