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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.