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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Gories to the crunk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
The Fall,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.