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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
the Association,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.