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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.