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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.