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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.