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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.