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 Lithuania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.