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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 OOIOO to the techno 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.