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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.