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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.