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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.