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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.