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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.