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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Index,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.