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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.