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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.