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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 The Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.