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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The American Breed to the rock 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.