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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 synthesizer 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.