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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.