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 Poland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.