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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.