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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Little Man,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.