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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.