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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.