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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 organ 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Magma,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.