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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Q65,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.