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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the dance 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.