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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Slave,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.