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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
AZ,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.