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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
UT,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.