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 France and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the punk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.