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 Bhutan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.