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 Madagascar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Lightning Bolt to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Rekid,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.