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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.