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 Croatia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.