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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.