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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Blackbyrds to the punk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.