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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s.
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 Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Television,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.