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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.