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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.