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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.