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 Comoros and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.