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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.