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 Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.