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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.