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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.