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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
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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.