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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.