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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.