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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter 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?
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.