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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Stetsasonic to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.