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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
The Index,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.