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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.