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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 guitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo 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?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.