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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.