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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Minnie Riperton 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.