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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.