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 Togo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Japan,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.