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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 The Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.