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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.