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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 sitar 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 kango's stein massive 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Index,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
the Association,
Deakin,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.