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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.