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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.