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 Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.