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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.