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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.