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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.