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 Spain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.