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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.