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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.