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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Suicide,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.