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 Japan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lyon and Stockholm.
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 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.