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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.