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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the disco 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.