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 Spain 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.