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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.