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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.