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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.