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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Fall to the grime 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.