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 Portugal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Television,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.