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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Technova to the techno 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.