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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.