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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.