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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.