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 Palau 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 oboe 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.