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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Derrick May to the crunk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.