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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Divine Comedy to the grime 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s 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 Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.