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 Samoa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.