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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective to the rap 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.