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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Lalann,
Ituana,
the Slits,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.