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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.