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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.