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 Samoa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.