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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.