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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
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.