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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.