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 Costa Rica 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.