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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.