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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
EPMD,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.