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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.