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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Evens to the rap 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.