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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.