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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Neil Young 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.