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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.