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 Romania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 John Coltrane to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Index,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.