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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
The Busters,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.