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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.