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 Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.