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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Gong,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.