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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.