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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.