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 Niger and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.