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 East Timor and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
X-102,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.