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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Gong,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.