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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.