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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.