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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.