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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.