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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.