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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.