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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Kinks to the funk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Index,
The Wake,
The Remains,
The Associates,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.