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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.