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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.