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 Iran and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.