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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Cameo to the grunge 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.