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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Niagra,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.