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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.