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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.