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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.