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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.