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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.