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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.