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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.