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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Music Machine to the grunge 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.