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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.