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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 chamberlin 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.