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 Canada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.