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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.