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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.