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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jandek to the dance 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Skriet,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.