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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Gong,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.