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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.