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 Sierra Leone and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.