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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.