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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
June Days,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Television,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.