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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.