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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Pole,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.