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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
The Names,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.