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 Panama and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the dance 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.