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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.