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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.