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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Livin' Joy 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.