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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.