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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.