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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Charles Mingus to the funk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.