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 France and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
MDC,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.