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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Wings,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.