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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.