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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Wire,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.