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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.