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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 linndrum 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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.