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 Kuwait and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.