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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.