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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Nico,
Interpol,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.