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 Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Inner City to the rock 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.