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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Ituana,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.