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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.