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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Index,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.