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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 organ 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.