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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.