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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.