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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Franke,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.