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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.