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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Fear,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.