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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Harry Pussy to the techno 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.