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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.