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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Matthew Bourne to the punk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.