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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.