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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Magazine,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.