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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.