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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.