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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.