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 Eritrea 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Gong,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.