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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
CMW,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.