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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.