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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
the Slits,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.