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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 T. Rex to the grunge 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.