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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.