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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.