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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.