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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.