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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.