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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.