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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.