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 China and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.