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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.