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 Albania 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
PIL,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.