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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 marimba 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 MC5 to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.