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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.