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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Wings,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.