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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.