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 Sri Lanka 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Terry Callier to the funk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.