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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Babytalk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.