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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Deepchord to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.