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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.