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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.