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 Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.