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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.