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 Canada and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.