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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.