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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.