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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.