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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.