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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Accadde A to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.