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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.