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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Visage,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.