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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the rap 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.