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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
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.