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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
PIL,
UT,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.