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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.