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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.