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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.