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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Fear,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.