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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.