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 United States and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Ten City,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
JFA,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.