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 China and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.