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 Dominica and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.