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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.