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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.