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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.