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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Excepter,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.