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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
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,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.