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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.