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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson 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?
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
The Index,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.