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 Togo and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.