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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.