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 Korea South and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.