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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners 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?
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.