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 Vietnam 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 Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.