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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.