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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Zapp to the funk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.