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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.