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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Real Kids to the jazz 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
X-102,
Pagans,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.