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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the jazz 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.