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 Togo 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion to the dance 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.