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 Benin and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.