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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.