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 Albania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics 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?
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Can,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.