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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Camouflage 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.