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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.