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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.