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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.