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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.