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 Morocco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 The Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.