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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.