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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.