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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.