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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.