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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.