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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Jawbox,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Sparks,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.