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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Wire,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Subhumans,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.