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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Brick,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.