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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.