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 Turkey 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.