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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.