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 Brunei and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s 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 a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.