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 Burkina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.