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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.