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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.