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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.