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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Skriet to the rap 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Litter 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.