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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
JFA,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.