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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.