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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Parry Music 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Organ,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.