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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.