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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.