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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.