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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.