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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.