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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the jazz 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.