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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.