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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.