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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.