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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.