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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 The Pretty Things to the techno 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Cluster,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.