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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The United States of America to the funk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.