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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Blackbyrds to the punk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.