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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Organ,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.