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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.