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 India and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.