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 Angola and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ludus 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.