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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.