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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.