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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Lalann,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.