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 Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 June of 44 to the grunge 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.