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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Patti Smith to the funk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.