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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Lou Christie to the grime 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.