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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.