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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.