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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.