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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.