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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.