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 Mexico City.
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 Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
World's Most,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.