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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Last Poets to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
ABC,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.