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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
The Index,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.