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 Iraq 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Organ,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Slave,
Model 500,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.