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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.