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 Fiji 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Cure to the punk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.