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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.