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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Television,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.